The only problem with people from different phases of your life meeting each other is that it's almost impossible to keep track of the sheer amount of nicknames I have compiled over the years. It'll be strange to go back to school and actually be called by my first name again. Though it was cool that everybody meshed really well despite never having met before. Aside from Dan knocking over a table and spilling several pints of Stella Artois all over me.
Going to Vegas to bet on basketball absolutely wrecks your sleep schedule. Going to be at 1 AM is turning in early, and I think everybody had at least one night where they were out until well past 4 AM. Which is normally fine in Vegas, because you just sleep in and wake up somewhat refreshed. but I was dragging my ass out of bed at 7:30 AM to get down to the sportsbook to place bets on the Southern Illinois-Holy Cross under. Or to bet against Texas Tech (thank you, Bobby Knight, for being a reliable tourney failure). And since I was riding a ridiculous hot streak at the sportsbook, there was no way I was gonna let a little sleep deprivation stop me. Of the first 32 games, I bet on 19 of them and missed only four times. Which encouraged me to waste all of my winnings on poker and blackjack.
However, I did pull off a Vegas first: I did not go to an ATM or get a cash advance on my credit card once. I think that is the first time in recorded history that has happened in Vegas.
Had an absolute blast. Now I have to go find something to drink which does not have gin in it.
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You missed the greatest part about Vegas ATM's... the give your cash in 100's instead of the usual 20's, or in ghetto Waco style, 10's.
What bout the Terps?
Tell me you bet on Coach Kim and the Lady Bears!?!?
Butler outplayed 'em. I have athing about not betting on Maryland, so I lost nothing on that, except by being nice to the Butler fans at the casino, I was able to employ them in my scheme to make a group of Louisville fans miserable.
The group was doing complicated handslaps and chestbumps on every basket, and it got real irritating real quick, so I organized the rest of the people in the viewing room to root for Texas A&M purely out of spite. It was fun. By the time we were all singing "I fought Acie Law, and Acie Law won" at the Louisville fans, I think some of them were ready to cry.
I'm a horrible person.
Though I recognize that you did it only to spite the Louisville people, I have to admit that I've never been so proud of you in my life. Acie Law and I think you're great. When we get married, I will send you the invite.
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